William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
The Despairing LoverWilliam Walsh (16631708)
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For Phillis the fair,
Since nothing could move her,
Poor Damon, her lover,
Resolves in despair
No longer to languish
Nor bear so much anguish;
But, mad with his love,
To a precipice goes,
Where a leap from above
Would soon finish his woes.
Beholding how steep
The sides did appear,
And the bottom how deep;
His torments projecting,
And sadly reflecting
That a lover forsaken
A new love may get,
But a neck when once broken
Isn’t easily set:
Whenever he would,
But that he could live
But as long as he could:
How grievous soever
The torment might grow,
He scorned to endeavour
To finish it so;
And bold, unconcerned
At thoughts of the pain,
He calmly returned
To his cottage again.